It’s just a thought..
We take so much for granted these days. We don't realize how absolutely astounding our world is. There is so much that truly fascinates me, like phones, cameras, the Internet. However the most amazing thing that I can think of is the creation of books, or words in general. Take the English alphabet for example. Only 26 letters, but the possibility to make over one million combinations, or words. Of those combinations, we can pull a handful of them and create a sentence. From that we an make a paragraph, and from that a novel. What's better is you can have ten people read the same sequence of letters, but end up with ten different visions of what those words meant or described.
It might sound silly, but in my eyes, words are magic.
Before I Hit The Sack
This will mean nothing to you all, however I am requested to tell of a random thought. So, here we go...
I am a Night Porter in a hotel.
Often at dead of night guests will request food such as sandwiches or salads, part of my duty is to provide such food upon request. I was thinking of one such occasion.....
I was at Reception using the computer when there was a knock on the Reception door. The time was 0330 a.m.
I answered the knock and was astonished to see a man stood before me, he was naked save for his underwear and he asked me for a ham and a chicken sandwich to be brought to his room, I told him I'd have his food ready in ten minutes, whereupon he thanked me and returned to his room.
Stifling a smile, I headed off to the kitchen and within minutes I had his food nicely presented and on a service tray looking all very nice.
I took the tray of food up to his room and knocked gently on his door. No answer. I waited a discreet few minutes, and knocked again, a little firmer this time but still no answer. I then took the food to Reception to see if he was waiting there....but no, there was no one there.
I called his room by telephone, but still no answer. I then returned his food to the kitchen and secured it within the fridge.
Several hours later I spotted the gentleman in question entering the restaurant for his breakfast, I waited for him to be seated at his table and approached him, to remind him of his sandwich order, which was still inside the kitchen fridge.
He looked at me like I had two heads.
Then, he apologised, smiled broadly, and told me that he was an avid sleepwalker, and that he had no recollection of ordering food at any point during his stay.
I enjoyed his sandwiches after my shift ended.
Something On My Mind»
Why don't you
Ever pause,
Give me the same
Consideration
You so easily bestow
On others?
Why am I
Never good
Enough
Never worthy?
Everyone else
Is perfect, trustworthy, better.
Not I.
I am imperfections,
An endless disappointment.
Your uncrossed t's
And
Your un-dotted i's.
I am:
Always the reason
Things go wrong.
Always the cause,
Always to blame,
Always your shame.
I am the blight
On your cheery skies;
The wrong colour
In your portrait;
The bronze
In your fields of gold.
I am the mistake
The mishap.
The one you
Are sadly,
Awfully,
Horribly
Saddled with.
Who you cannot escape
And cannot change.
The unalterable
Imperfection,
Residing in
Your perfect world.
No matter what
I try to do
It can never
Will never
Be
Satisfying
Nor
Good enough
To change
Your view
Of me.
Random Thought
Technically spirals never have to end. They could go on and on and on. But we can't do things forever. We could never continue this spiral, unless it was acceptable to stop and then come back and when you died someone else could make the spiral continue, but that's only if it's acceptable to stop and then come back. Maybe if we put little arrows at the end then that would signify that they could go on for infinity.
